Wild geese by M.A.Meddings
Last night I heard those wild geese cry
Winging South on empty sky
And my heart in sadness turned again
To the ancient forests in the rain
Where Nordic bards their spirits sang
On the rolling floes of Northern lands
And I would go where the Wild geese fly
With my heart once more before I die
Poetry by lastromantichero
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Written on 2006-10-10 at 17:09
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